My youth melts as it degrades Uncomfortable My spirit lingers To perish or to proceed? At the devil's apex I bestow To the devil To the devil The pact Uplift me now At the edge of your sword No doubt lies buried No grace hath come On the edge of the blade There's only one way to go Downwards, at both sides Yet, as one I shall fall The blood ascendant! If there is nothing inside of me I was already there Before the waking dream As one, we will become, The all seeing eye, the thrust of the scythe The wavering truth, it's cracks they shine Upon my opened veins they slide My veins spread out like angelwings My eyes, the gates to lightless bliss As one, we will become The all seeing eye at the thrust of the scythe On the edge of the blade There's only one way to go Downwards, at both sides Yet, as one I shall fall The blood ascendant! Before the waking dream A faith like dust, it never made me Look all around from where you are From the north to the south, From the west to the eastern relics When all is unclean, Only the glutting of swords Can redeem All rejoicing, the whores at play The new wine shall not be dissapointing Before the waking dream The blood ascendant